My toes

Inside fleece-lined boots

Feel like tiny ice-blocks

My fingers

Exposed to refrigerated air

Are numb

I can’t remember

When it’s been so cold

My bones ache

They don’t approve of this

Chills like miniature teeth

Nibble at my joints

Gnaw on muscles

Graze across my skin

Winter’s freezing bite

Has me by the throat

Shakes me like a predator with prey

How I long to be warm

But winter’s chill

Takes chunks from my soul

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